” Her hands were still busy. “And when they find everything it’s up to them. If they want a tourist industry, if they want to save their t...wn they’ll leave everything in place and chase the media. The thought of there ever being snow in this town is so impossible it’s funny!” She kissed the head of my cock again. “Right, now Buster, let’s get serious with celebrating.” Her hand seemed to change a gear and with increased speed and firmness she pumped. Her breasts danced. “When. ? I clear my throat. "This is goingto be hard on you boy, very hard." I manage to make my voice a low rumble."You are going to suffer today.? Allthe men who come here are going to beat you - again and again - because that iswhat you are for.? You will scream andcry, but your body will continue to be tortured, as it should be - as itmust."? His eyes flicker and fillwith terror, but he still presses his face into my touch and licksimploringly.? I lean closer.? "I want you to take it all for. Was this just pride for his work or was it something else a lust for propane. He already had some dirty dreams about it, him cooking in the nude on a clean burning grill. His mind was wandering more and more, he was getting confused.As luck would have it he was the only one at the shop today, Buck Strickland had invited everyone to a company picnic and Hank drew the short straw to take care of the company. He opened shop and went through his regular routine of setting up and checking all the. We get to the end that opens into the street and we start making out. I'm lightly running my hands over both of her tits, and she is moaning lightly, too. I pull away from her and tell her she is hot. She says that she is a movie buff. Then she pushes me up against the wooden fence that surrounds a dumpster, reaches down and touches my balls, and says (while tracing her finger up my cock) "This will be our little secret. Ooh, maybe not so little...wow!" It was cool for her to acknowledge it,.